In the hush of a quiet winter night, a contemplative moment starts to form. February is a nonsense month. Betwixt, between, and full of frigid desperation. No Christmas coziness or springtime bounce - just there with it's cold air. Be My Valentine just doesn't make up for the lacklustre days of 2011s second month. No wonder fitness programs fill up - it's the illusion of going somewhere.
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